“And then, Witch of the East? Shall I not offer them when the husks are stripped?”
“I see no further than you dream, O Amochol!”
He stretched out his arm toward her, menacingly:
“Yet they shall both be strangled here upon this stone!” he said. “Look, Witch! Can you not see them lying there together? I have dreamed it.”
She silently pointed at the two dead dogs.
“Look again!” he cried in a loud voice. “What do you see?”
She made no reply.
“Answer!” he said sharply.
“I have looked. And I see only the eternal wampum lying at my feet —